Dear Diary.
Having spent Christmas ,Easter and the whole summer in England, i realised how much it really didn't feel like home anymore... of cause I had all my family here including my mom. One day it just clicked while I was on the balcony of my grandparents extravagant home in Chalfont St. Giles, Buckinghamshire. I was born here but I didn't grow up here, there was a huge difference all together. My best friend Zayn was in the US and my friends Louis, Niall, Liam were in the US. I couldn't count Charlie Hatherley as a friend, we went to the same kindergarten but dang it he is so fucking boring. His accent is much deeper than mine and he is such a wimp at everything but most of all he has the most horrid fashion sense. He dresses like a real English man like my gran always reminds me whenever I tease him. Charlie has never lived in my opinion, all the stories I tell him about running away to Las Vegas, pranking my principal in 11th grade with Zayn, throwing the most lit parties, skin dipping every weekend at the Lake, racing down a dusty unused road in Orlando, playing video games, smoking pot on Louis 's roof, watching my best friend's sister from afar...
Charlie is always so amazed whenever I tell him such things. He is attending the University of Oxford this fall and you know where I am attending ? University of fucking Colombia in New York. I feel like I am suffocating here, there is really not much to do. The sex is great these English girls throw themselves aimlessly at me because my accent mixed with a bit of American sounds sexy to them, haha can't complain !
My mom seems more than okay and honestly I miss American Pizza. Hey wait even my dad's annoying voice... I really need to get my shot together. I thought coming here would mean a lot of changes for me. I would attend the University of Manchester and make new friends, be closer to my mom but fuck. Let's face it my life is totally boring without of best bud. We did everything together and honestly talking to him on the phone is really not the best idea. Zayn sucks at phone calls because he is always yelling and never listening. I remember telling him that he should never call a girl because his voice is horrid on the other end, he simply smacked the back of my head and laughed.
I just booked a ticket straight to New York in about a week. I'm ready for a new chapter in my life. I need to forget about Zaneh because Zayn is my best friend and I will just have to live it forever... it can never work.
Tired of this weather. Frat parties and good pizza here comes Hazza... the life of every party.
H.
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